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‘Stareye’'s Journal
A Team Comes Together
First day in the new headquarters
When you told me that it was mostly for up-and-coming heros, I assumed that they were still capable. I sure hope these people are better on missions then they are in their free time, or else the entirety of the UK is surely doomed. Not to worry you or anything.
Irregardless of this, my first day wasn’t the worst, and the room I’m staying in is tolerable. Even the lobby is usually stocked with snacks. As for the friendly faces, I met my fair share of them.
Deadringer, masking himself as me. This will surely continue to happen. Oh, but he did mention he was a fan. He’s a little on- actually, is deadringer a he? Whatever. He’s a little on the empty-headed side.
Professor Plasma, older than the rest of us it seems, but as I always say it’s never too late to begin what you want to actually do. His mind hasn’t deteriorated, sharp as ever. I would expect this of a ‘professor’.
There were others too, a mixed bunch. Some seemingly better than others. In the end, it’s nothing I can’t work with. I am sure within time this agency will realise the importance of my work here, and I’ll have another agency to add to the list.
On the other hand, it’s nice to finally be able to start this route rather than simply advertising. Advertising is all fine and well, but it simply just isn’t memorable. Saving people, now that is. And, well, what I was made for afterall.
Well. I believe that covers it all. I’ll write to you again soon, perhaps after the first mission?
Sending my regards,
Lee-Lee Bright.
Downtime
Test Subject 4.
Test subject 4 notes.
Mind my informality at times, this is just a casual report so our teams know what to expect/be working with. The official case notes can be found within the allocated files if necessary.
Vitals remain stable after the final operation, medicine to continue to be administered twice a day. Internals appear normal.
The abnormal mark on the side of the face has too, been deemed safe, and has led staff to come up with a whole number of nicknames for the subject. Whether any of these will stay is unknown yet, and not important for the experiment. Appearance otherwise seems to be coming along appropriately.
Rapid changes in mood and behaviour have led us to believe that some personality traits may be predetermined by the chosen DNA. This behaviour has soured since the death of fellow subject, numbered 2, causing subject 4 to forgo eating or sleeping at times. This is unacceptable and could lead to health issues and further surgical procedures.
Finally, powers seem to be slowly developing, however slower than we anticipated, and much more weakly. The dose is to be upped beginning next week.
The Powerfriends Are Born!
The what-now?
Maybe the press are the incompetent ones afterall? They do say all publicity is good publicity, but this is stupid. Powerfriends? Really? Which intern came up with that one. I suppose it gets the vague point across.. anyway, I promised an update so here it is.
Our newest member arrived today, and I was sat here thinking it couldn’t get any worse. I walk into the lobby and what is waiting there? Well, a complete assault to the eyes..and the mind. No, not an annoying shapeshifter or an insane old man, it’s just a gay hero. That’s pretty much all he has going for him. And as it turns out, quite the majority of this building seem to be on the side of degenerate.
I know you’re posing your pen at the ready, telling me to calm down, getting ready to scribble about how ‘replacable’ team members are. And don’t you worry..I’ve had enough of your drunken rambles over the years to know your next moves. They’re replacable, yes, but I am still stuck with them for now. At the very least, this side of the team is wholly unmarketable. I mean, so is the name but- gah! I hate the name so much.
Oh, I haven’t even gotten into our first mission yet.. Okay, I’ll admit it. I was impressed. I had my standards set rather low for all of them, and it went better than I had anticipated. We managed to work as a team in the end, as any good heros should. Deadringer’s tactical approach to confusing the enemy, the Reacharound’s use of corners and the intellect and wit of Professor Plasma, of course paired with my own bright abilities (!) secured our victory.
The criminals sure were strange, had their own music related schtick and all, I must applaud them for their efforts there. But my, those sonic guns are annoying. I sure hope we don’t have to deal with those in the future.
All is said and done now. And I suppose a place in the paper is wonderful and the best we could’ve hoped for. Things are going well.
My regards,
Lee-Lee Bright.
Downtime
Why can’t I move on?
After investigations, a purposeful arsonist was ruled out of the case, instead the accident was chalked up to haphazard wiring or the fault of absent staff. Our thoughts and prayers are with the families of all who perished in the disaster, alongside the few that survived. Amongst the three survivors was young ‘Lee-Lee Bright’, despite everything he seems to be quickly recovering and will soon be relocated to a much safer home. In other words, evidence gathered from what remained of the buildings was deemed to be rather shocking, but the police refuse to yet comment on this apparent ‘shocking discovery’.
All in all, the events that have transpired beg the question- How moral exactly are the current parahuman laws, and how better could we have protected the children and this from happening to begin with? Local legislators will surely begin to overrule the current system with such pressure put upon them at this time.
Charlatans
“Unsettling are the days in which everyone is an expert.”
― Criss Jami
Nowadays you can't go a day without some phony prophet trying to peddle their wares to you.
Driven by the increased interest in the supernatural, charlatans from palm readers to televangelists are everywhere. And while the vast majority of witches, psychics, magicians, hypnotists, cures, potions, faith healers, and clairvoyants are complete fakes, they do make a living.
As the saying goes, "it's easier for an actor to make it in alternative medicine than Hollywood."
Most people scoff at these clearly-phony supernatural services, yet those same people often buy into at least one scam.
The most dangerous charlatans are the self-styled monster hunters who carry a mall-ninja arsenal and guns with silver bullets. Most have never encountered anything supernatural and do absolutely nothing besides burn some sage and patrol the area for a night or two. Even so, those who are superstitious, fearful, or desperate enough will hire them to solve the problems they simply don't understand. In some cases with disastrous results.
For Contractors, charlatans are red herrings and obstacles. Clumsy fakes that conjure a smokescreen of misinformation and escalate the situations they're in.